Falling for the Devil

My heart stung, it felt as though I had been holding my breath the whole time. My body shook with the bass of my heart drumming wildly against my chest and my blood boiled in my veins. His hand snaked its way up and around my neck, pulling me in and crushing my lips beneath his while the other traveled along the smooth curve of my hip and around my thigh. My fingers had a mind of their own, although they trembled they worked their way along the buttons of his collared black shirt and severed each one from the small holes that held them in place. I parted my lips against the slow but urgent motion of his for air and he quickly replaced my breath with the warm sweep of his tongue against mine. The connection was electric. It was as if my very soul was on fire, molten heat that soaked into my very tissue and muscle